Sunday, May 17, 2015

Goodnight

staring out the window into the darkness

her reflection stares back at her

she undresses

and stands naked

smiling

beckoning 

she climbs into her bed

and waits silently

lying still, staring at the night in anticipation

until she feels the warmth of the darkness 

wrapping itself around her 

she closes her eyes and feels him close

there is no time, nor distance between them

he is there 

he is real

she holds him tightly

and as he slips safely once again

into her heart

she sleeps 







5 comments:

  1. can’t think of a better place to be...

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  2. ,,, well, good afternoon then!.
    Yeah ... when the dark envelopes us is a time to remember ...

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  3. A very nice poem ... sleep preceded by a dream ... so quiet and gentle ... maybe the perfect lover ...

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